Sweet and Sinister
It’s a holiday tradition.  Every year I look this thing up and then spend an exorbitant amount of time playing with it.  It’s sweet.  It’s charming.  It’s all about destruction and making children scream.  Lovely! If this sounds at all enticing, follow this link.  For those who aren’t familiar, you’ll be pleasantly surprised. Then get back to your NaNo novels.

WIP Wednesday
Thank you guys so much for your help with the writing playlist.  It is coming along swimmingly!  After The 69 Eyes was mentioned three times yesterday, I finally looked some of their stuff up, and wow.  I want to hug this playlist to my heart for ever and ever.  Keep it coming! Still hard (ish) at work on the NaNoWriMo novel.  You will

NaNoWriMo Playlist
The Write-A-Thon rocked.  I bumped up my word count, but my real joy was listening to my NaNoWriMo playlist.  Fantastic!  The music might just be the best part of NaNo.  It’s strange because I usually prefer writing in silence, but music and the push to productivity go hand in hand.  It’s halfway through NaNo.  Some of us are struggling.  Let’s put together a NaNoWriMo playlist. What songs do you write to?  What do you think other peopl

1986 Called!
1986 called and it wants its hair back!  So this is my chop choppy haircut that is the end result from my stabby stab visit to the salon.  I wore my most ‘86 shirt (from what I could remember.  I was seven years old then) and sang about Jem being truly outrageous, truly truly truly outrageous.  This look takes me from grocery shopping with the kids to a bar fight to a biker rally and back again.  Thanks, Salon Guy! I received an acceptance from the 2010 edition o

An Open Letter of Apology. Oh, the Shame!
Dear School Bus Driver, I am extremely sorry that you were forced to endure the sight of me running out to you in my pajamas.  Nay, not just any pajamas, but a pair of bright pink fleece pajamas with multi-colored polka dots all over them.  It has been cold, and these pajamas are warm and snuggly.  But quite honestly, good sir, I am trying to write a novel in 30 days, and I got off to a rather limping beginning.  Now I am settling into the swing of things, and I just don’t have time to pretty myself up.  Why waste time brushing my hair, putting on mascara, and changing into socially acceptable clothes when I could be writing, for crying out loud?